Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Romantic Hope (a silly rhyme)

fight for love
and all it holds
the promise
as the truth unfolds
that we were meant
just you and me
to be together
that's what I see.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Hope has already gone.

I could write to you
put my letters in a bottle
send them into the sea.

stand upon the shore
wait for your reply
until the cold winds come
and the darkness falls down around me.

somewhere the sun is shining
and the tide laps at the shore
bottled letters wash up
but hope has already gone.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Diary

I fear I shall always be alone.
Unloved.